Zhou Jian smiled and turned off the onboard power supply. "Is there a shooting range here? I want to test-fire."
"Yes, come with me." The shopkeeper stretched out his slightly fat hand and pressed down the barrel of the gun in front of him. There was a complicated look in his eyes, which seemed to be the nostalgia and emotion of a veteran when he retired from the battlefield.
Zhou Jian looked at the fat back of the shop owner and the scars on his neck that were as winding as earthworms. He felt a lot of emotion in his heart. When he was young, the shop owner probably fought his way into the Amazon with only his passion and strength, fighting all the way.
What kind of path will it take to get to this point?
Those jungle hunters don’t have demon slayer incarnations like themselves. They are truly life-threatening, going through life and death!
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The shooting range is right behind the store. The shooting range behind the gun store is completely different from what Zhou Jian imagined. The shooting range in his impression has neatly arranged shooting points and targets that can be moved in front of the shooter. The shooting range here looks like a
Recycle bin.
There are piles of used cars, used electrical appliances and other messy stuff inside. There is a simple shed set up near the shop. There are a few plastic chairs randomly placed under the shed. In front of the chairs are metal brackets, and underneath the brackets are piles and piles.
There were yellow and orange bullet casings, and a small cart was parked at the door with a shovel lying across it. Apparently, when the shell casings piled up, the workers would use the shovel and the small cart to transport the bullet casings away.
Obviously, this is a shooting range for testing the power of weapons, rather than a shooting range for practicing shooting accuracy.
The shopkeeper snapped his fingers and said to the waiter: "Bring a car."
Here, scrapped cars and scrap electrical appliances are often used as targets to test the power of guns. If it is a completely scrapped car, there is no charge for the test firing. If you want to shoot a car that can be driven, you will have to pay.
The guy nodded and left, and soon he got a pickup truck that had expired. Not only that, the guy also put a used TV and a used refrigerator in the car.
The shop owner kicked over the metal bracket in front of him, pointed at the pickup truck, and said to Zhou Jian: "Shoot, let me see the violent and free Vulcan 999."
The so-called violent freedom means breaking away from the bracket and using the Vulcan 999 as a submachine gun with superhuman physical strength like a post-apocalyptic hero.
When facing a monster in the apocalypse, it is impossible for a hero to lift the Vulcan up. Instead, he puts it on his shoulders and shoots while running, jumping, and flipping.
Think about the scene in the apocalypse, flying between abandoned buildings, holding a heavy steel machine gun, spraying blood and spitting fire, no jungle hunter would not be excited for it.
Everyone who loves guns knows that a mounted Vulcan will lose its spirituality. However, due to the exaggerated weight of the Vulcan and the recoil comparable to a propeller, few people can really use the free and violent Vulcan, let alone
Not to mention those gorgeous moves that you can make when using Vulcan, such as the Thomas Spin and the like.
The same Vulcan, in the hands of the heroes of the apocalypse, is a dictatorial sword that kills gods and Buddhas, but in the hands of ordinary people, it is just a point of firepower for fixed-point shooting.
Zhou Jian pulled the heavy bullet chain and stuck it on the gun. The bullet chain was about the same thickness as a cigarette case. If you picked one up and wrapped it around your body, it would weigh ten or twenty kilograms.
Taking a deep breath, he lifted up the loaded Vulcan. The extremely heavy feeling contained explosive power that could tear everything apart. He aimed at the car more than ten meters away and suddenly pressed the trigger.
Dazzling tongues of fire spurted out. At that moment, even though Zhou Jian had been prepared, he was knocked back a step by the violent recoil. The six barrels rotated violently, and the gun body jumped like a wild horse.
Unable to press the barrel of the gun, the trajectory of the speeding bullet was slightly lifted upwards. The TV on the roof of the car was directly shot away. The picture tube exploded in the air and fragments flew everywhere. As for the refrigerator on the side, it was even thrown up in the process.
The shot was torn into pieces, leaving no trace of skin intact.
Zhou Jian suddenly took a step forward, pressed hard with his arm, and finally stabilized the gun.
The churning sound was deafening, and bullets poured into the pickup truck crazily. With a loud bang, the entire pickup truck exploded, and flames spurted out from the inside of the vehicle. This situation only lasted for a moment, and then there was another loud bang.
, the car door was torn apart by bullets, flipped and flew out, then the hood exploded, the whole car was shaking violently, the car body was torn into disarray, the chassis was severely deformed, and the four tires had long since disappeared.
, only the bare wheel hub is left...
In 20 seconds, Zhou Jian finished shooting a chain of bullets. When he saw the scene in front of him, he exclaimed, what a Vulcan 999. Use this gun to enter the Amazon. I'm afraid the FBI will find this gun store the next day.
But Zhou Jian didn't care, he just let them make random guesses based on the photos of himself after his disguise.
Turning back to look at the shop owner, the middle-aged fat man's body was already a little stiff, and he felt as if he was looking at a humanoid monster.
"Can you sell it to me now? I want two boxes of bullets, more powerful ones." Zhou Jian smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.
It wasn't until Zhou Jian spoke that the shop owner recovered from the shock. After looking at Zhou Jian with a complicated expression for a long time, he sighed and said: "360,000 US dollars, I won't charge you more, I just hope... this
With the Vulcan in your hands, I won't be lonely anymore."
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Under the clear blue sky, the radiant sun, and in such rare good weather, a white parachute slowly floated down like a dandelion.
Zhou Jian hung on the tree again. He drew out his saber, cut off the parachute rope, and jumped down from the tree.
This time the Demon Slayer incarnated into the Amazon forest, while Zhou Jian's true form continued to stay in Brasilia. In his opinion, Brasilia was safer than Norris City after all.
Zhou Jian glanced at the GPS locator. It was 200 miles away from the destination. It was not that he didn't want to go closer. The main aircraft route could not be changed. Of course, he could also take a helicopter, but now that the US government had just lost the blood crystal, he immediately
It was too risky to take a swaggering flight to the place where the blood crystal was originally discovered, so I chose to take a small passenger plane. By the time the FBI found the flight attendant of this plane to help investigate the situation, he might have returned to the country.
Zhou Jian took off the large weapon bag on his back and found a place to dump the rubbish such as stones inside. This weapon bag was just to hide the fact that sooner or later the FBI would find the plane. If he got on the plane,
He was unarmed when he arrived, but when he arrived in the Black Swamp and pulled out a Gatling, it didn't make sense. He didn't want the FBI to infer that he had the ability to store items.
